Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

On that day, the Wang du Nirvaan was cloudy.

The royal castle corridor, where the light of day does not plug in, is dimmer than usual, but the people who come and go there spend their daily lives in the same way as usual.

"Your Majesty, I have received a report from His Highness Edelhardt."

"Right. Let me see."

There was only the figure of Oswald and Chancellor Sirius in the wide king's office in the royal castle.

When Sirius gives Oswald the letter he had in his hand, Oswald opens it gently and quickly glances through.

"... the home of the white folks in the example"

"Yes, the white people… some of the constituents of an organization known among the people as the" White Order ”seem to be based in a desert zone on the border between the Ealis Empire and the Lapis Nation, from which they appear to be penetrating the northern part of our country through the Borealis Mountains"

Looking again at the contents of the report, Oswald strokes his jaw with his left hand, looking at the text.

"Is it an emerging religion that serves its own God-like symbol?

"Examination suggests that the White Order is not a doctrine that imposes a particular God on believers, but rather weighs in on taking care of each faith subject in that area and praying faithfully to that subject"

"Right. But here you are... you've got a bad feeling..."

Oswald roared with a deep wrinkle carved between his eyebrows at the home of the mysterious denomination, Edelhardt wrote in his report.

The reality of the White Order is being examined by Edelhardt, but since it is a very closed organization, we have not yet obtained any significant information in the organization.

Because of this, we wanted to hold back our base of activity to find out what their purpose was, but if the base holding the most important information was out of the country, we wouldn't be able to find out how many Oswalds.

"Would you like to do that? Your Majesty, if you label it an overseas investigation, you can send an investigator."

"No, I don't want to discourage your relationship with the Ealis Empire. But even the Ealis Empire is in a precarious political situation right now, so I want to avoid imitating things like this."

To Sirius's suggestion, Oswald shakes his head quietly beside him.

Oswald was greatly wary of this group, who walked over to the weak with salvation and appeared among the people with stories like Ideal Town.

However, permission must be obtained from the country in which the investigation is carried out when carrying out an overseas investigation. The desert zone, where the White Order is based, is not the territory of any country, but inevitably passes through the territory of the Ealis Empire to get there.

I have to get permission for that, too, but then I would mislead the imperial side into saying "I am being explored by my neighbours". In the unlikely event that it develops into a dispute between nations, there is no ex or child.

"The report says the White Order is now primarily engaged in activities to save the lives of the people. Wash the clues in the country first. The northern territories in which they operate have a lot of disturbing factors these days. Strengthen surveillance and report any movement."

"Yes, sir."

Sirius nods one thing and praises Oswald. At the same time, the office door was knocked and one secretary came in. One piece of paper is gripped in a cylindrical shape in the hand.

"Excuse me!

"What's going on?

You ran as hard as you could by the time you got here, the secretary's breath was up. I opened my eyes only to my surprise for a moment, but Sirius immediately regains his calm and asks the secretary what was going on.

"My pleasure, Your Majesty! The horse arrived earlier than His Highness Lionel......!

The secretary, breathing hard with his shoulders up and down, raised his face as he took several deep breaths to prepare his breath. Oswald's gaze adds sharpness to what a mere secretary looks like.

"What happened to the early horses? Report it."

A tingling nervousness runs through the office to Oswald's ringing, pressing voice.

"Yes, of the 11th Platoon of the National Army, who was missing, they found a survivor......!

Throwing the paperwork in his hand at his desk, Oswald opened his eyes and accidentally rose out of his chair.

To that report, which was suddenly brought about, the stopped gear was about to move out exactly now.

The day after Nicole's homecoming is decided, Leticiel wakes up at the same time as usual to prepare for school.

As I walked out of the room and down the hallway with Luvik, who picked me up, Nicole, with a pile of clothes, ran patsy from the other side.

"Ah, lady! Good morning!

I found the Leticiels from across the mountain. That's what Nicole says and greets them well -...

"Nicole, if you run so much, you fall..."

"Pi!"

Before Leticiel could finish his words, Nicole fell brilliantly stepping on the hem of her dress.

Leticiel rushes up to help Nicole and wakes up, and Luvik picks up and collects the clothes smashed on the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Lady!"

"It's okay because I don't care. Better than that, Nicole, don't you have to travel more than work? We're leaving tomorrow, right?

What Nicole was holding was the laundry of this mansion. Sure, every morning laundry is Nicole's job, but Leticiel thought she wanted it to be as slow as it was today.

"Thank you! Of course, I do travel support, but that's not all I do. We want to do everything we can before we leave."

"Well...... yeah? If anything happens, don't hesitate to say it."

"Yes, ma'am! Take care today, you're coming!

"Yeah, I'm coming."

Sent out to Nicole, Leticiel rode Ruvik's steered carriage to the school.

Leticiel's life at school is no different than it has ever been. I spent each morning in the big library, the auditorium, etc., and this afternoon in the lab I just want to say that research into the procedure...... but I have a slightly different schedule today.

"Ah, good morning, Master Drossel!

Tuvalu's energetic voice welcomed Leticiel, who came to the research facility. Leticiel has another appointment this afternoon, so the study decided to bring it forward in the morning.

"It's unusual, Mr. Drossel being researched in the morning"

"Perhaps so. I'll be delivering to the museum this afternoon with the members of the Circle, so I switched plans for the morning and afternoon."

Leticiel starts walking to the lab as he receives the research materials Tuvalu has compiled for him.

"In the meantime, shall we get started?"

"Yes!"

One word of it signals, and Leticiel and Tuvalu begin their research, as usual. Lower magic surgical modifications are now well under way, and improvements to lower and lower surgical ceremonies will almost be completed by the end of the year.

"Speaking of which, Master Tuvalu, do you know what alchemy is?

Along the way, as the two of us headed to the big library room to do some research, Leticiel remembered and asked Tuvalu.

Both during Barry's injury and at the school festival the other day, Eddie was exercising some different power from both magic and magic, and Leticiel had always wondered if that had anything to do with what he called "alchemy".

"Alchemy, is it? Well... now it's obsolete and little researched technology."

Tuvalu seemed surprised by Leticiel's question, but still returned a decent answer to the question.

"I also don't know a detailed theory just because I twitched in a book, but it seems to be a technology that aims to achieve the generation of energy and the construction of matter by removing magic from the body and fusing that magic with elements in the air."

It was a pompous concept, but still a theory that didn't even clap enough to surprise Leticiel.

After more than six months of reincarnation in this era, Leticiel still honestly doesn't feel the benefits of magic. Because magic that uses magic is not as inefficient as magic, and it's the same thing that hinders magic.

But I've never heard of the use of taking out magic. Burning fuel in your body is easy, but getting it out into the outside world probably shouldn't be easy.

"What element... isn't that about magic? You have no idea how to take out magic."

Besides, if the elements and the dots were magic, the power of alchemy would mean using magic (mizu) and magic (blah) together. It is an incredible story to Leticiel, who has thought that magic and magic are incompatible.

"I'm not sure about that either...... Originally a force studied in the days when the kingdom had its king capital in the south, it seemed expected as a force alongside magic, but as the kingdom expanded to the north, the study of magic flourished, and gradually its expectations seemed to fade. Now there's a handful of people who know what alchemy is, and I don't think very many researchers do."

Apparently Tuvalu was on edge when he was studying in the clan and had read only a little bit of literature on alchemy.

Walking side by side in the hallway, Leticiel listens to Tuvalu and asks him questions with his eyes sparkling.

"How could it have declined? Because the act of taking out magic puts a huge strain on the human body?

"I think that's a big reason too. You didn't even write a detailed story in the book... but you're told it might be caused by the smelting team. At a fairly early stage, we were able to construct a theory, and it didn't seem to achieve as much as we thought."

"... Smelt formation?

"Alchemy uses a special technique to hit the moves. They call it the smelting squad. I've never seen the real thing either, but it can be done under a completely different concept than a magic ceremony, and I need to create one smelting formation per move from scratch or something..."

"Heh..."

"I think the idea itself is amazing..."

Leticiel was strongly intrigued by the utterly unknown power that neither magic nor magic could be used. Leticiel pushes open the door to the Great Library as he hammers at Tuvalu's words.

"... Uh-huh? Oh, dear Drossel, dear Tuvalu. Good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. David"

David was turning at high speed with a list of books on top of the counter, but raised his face with the sound of Leticiel coming in.

"Well, then, Mr. Eddie wants you to give it to Mr. Drossel."

That being said, David disappeared once under the counter, and after a while he came back to find a bunch of old books on the leather worker's cover and a bunch of wrapped parchment.

The bunch of parchment was an old map. Eddie may have remembered the story of Leticiel's fondness for ancient documents.

"... this is..."

Put the map down, now turn the book to pieces, and Leticiel is small and breathtaking.

There was a strange procedure there that Leticiel had never seen before. There are places where we can decipher, by the way, but the majority of that procedure was filled with ceremonies that Leticiel didn't even know meant.

"Maybe this is the smelting formation of alchemy......?

To a ceremony that was more complicated than expected, Leticiel accidentally opened his mouth in a small way with Pocan.

"Oh, did Master Drossel know about alchemy...?

"... yeah, I know the name, but I heard there was very little material, so I didn't think there would be any of these books left"

Answering David's words, Leticiel started loading the smelting formation quickly by making his knowledge fully operational.

Of course, there are more overwhelming things you don't know. There were many formulas and character formulas used in the smelting formation that were not used in the passage magic or magic that Tuvalu was talking about.

"Hmmm...... this formula probably means convergence, so is the character formula over here working with it unfolding...? No, but this symbol is formula-enhanced, so is the possibility of compression... Then the ceremony next to it is... a little different from the magic ceremony, but is it something that controls the magic consumption?

Still, Leticiel tried and erroneously, little by little, trying to understand the structure of the smelting formation. It is an act that can be formed because she is familiar with the knowledge of magic ceremonies.

……

David strokes his own long, fluffy beard as he stares at Leticiel like that.

"... the wisdom that knocks on the door of ancient truth is with the saints"

Leticiel, who was sperm in deciphering the smelting formation, gave a puffy face to the little twinkle he heard from the front.

Beyond the heavy wood counter, David sits quietly in his favorite rocking chair with a bookshelf packed with numerous books on his back.

…… Mr. David, what is it now...?

"No, no, I remember fu... don't worry about it"

In the old man's whimsical bullshit, add that. David rocks a foffo and a mustache and laughs.

"What are you two going to do after this?

"Right. I have a lot going on today, and I'm going to concentrate on my research in the morning."

Then I spoke to David a little bit and got the book I was looking for, Leticiel and Tubal go to the door thanking David.

"You might be able to reach the ancient truth..."

When Tubal left the library room and Leticiel followed it with his hands on the door, he heard a small grunt from behind.

"... Huh?

It was a whispering voice like a solitaire. But that little word was strangely caught on Leticiel's chest.

Leticiel turns to David with a hack, but he was throwing his gaze out the window rocking his giggie and rocking chair.

"Master Drossel? What's the matter, sir?

"Oh, no. I'm on my way."

Encouraged by Tuvalu, Leticiel walks through the door and outside the Great Library. Behind it, as he sucked in the white David's back, the big library door slowly closed with silence.